EAGLE -THE NEWjJ| NATIONAL STRIP CARTOON/ WEEKLY ■ DANJPARF* vPitof^rim FUTURE SO FROM NOWOW I'M GOING TO KEEP IN TOUCH WITH HER ALL TME TIME BY RADAR, RADIO S ON "ME ASTRAL VIEWER HER COMMANDER, CAPTAIN CRANE, A SPACE PILOT OF VAST EXPERIENCE, IS ON THE CONTROL BRIDGE ITS NO USE.MAK-SHES GONETUESAMF WAY AS THE OTHERS — ITS ABSOLUTELY UNBELIEVABLE. EVERY TINIEST PA«T OF THAT SHIP WAS CHECKED AND DOUBLE-CHECKED. THERE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN^.vANVTHING WRONG, WITH HER, _iX'S ■- ~A&dO 1 WELL.THAT'S THE LAST CREW I'LL SACRIFICE - ORDERS FROM THE CABINET OR NOT-POOR OLD CRANE - I FEEL LIKE AMURDERER/ BUT YOU KWOWWEVE NO CWOICE REALLY. SIR — SO MESOCW'S&XK TO GET THROUGH TO VENUS I WHY IS IT SO IMPORTANT ._ VENUS? SEE NEXTWEEK'S ISSUI ?fte AeteeafHtoe* of P.C.49 FROM THE FAMOUS RADIO series by ALAN STRANKS ... A BLACK MOORLAND LIMOUSINE, LICENCE NUMBER BXO 179. 'AND FOUND ABANDONED IN THE EAST END SHORTLY AFTER THE HOLD-UP. ALL RIGHT CONSTABLE . LET'S HAVE A FULL , REPORT ON THE MATTER L BEFORE >OU CO / OFF Dory. / ft /CANT 1 HELP ON THIS CASE, SIR ? THIS KID WAS A CHUM OF MINE. I'D GIVE ANYTHING FOR THE CHANCE ♦ Pi P = E :: - :=:: ~^~^sP^ 155 TO GET EVEN "^lf /•"p^^^zfcSl |?sl WITH THE SKUNKS a£&\ _#£\ J WM\ WHO RAN HIM H \ DOWN. ffi%JII w glyj ^™^ out you GO SSjk, fortvnine! , ^SlI REPORT jgROM FINGER PRJNTS.SIR THEyVE TRACED A SET OF DABS ON THE GUN FOUND IN THE HOLD-OP CAR . THEylRE ^THE PRINTS OF A CONVICTED MAN. HERE5 <J Wj Vii~f Tp-»— ^ M|S RECORD- Hi 1 Pi B* Cav "*-<k i ff\ wO Tft/\ J-^~ m '^ GIVE / ME sWot" BV that! "V THUG'S ■ name? IweUSoon i rope him 1 IN- donT ask me ! all i know is these are lou parsons prints, unless we break mis case ouauy THE WHOLE FINGER PRINT SySTEM WILL BE BUST WIDE OPEN PIO T ACJUNSr tWE WOULD A. gripping Serial by Chad Varah Ray jerked his head towards the window. Only inert did Jim become conscious of the rain sluishmg down. "You want 10 help me?" asked Ra>. sitting on I he bed. "Why. of course bul how did you " "That can wail. Get dressed, and talk fast. Who was in thai house when you left?" •' J Chapter 2 "They'll Stop at Nothing! " B LINK three time* il you'll promise to keep quiet 1" whispered Ras's "ghost" hoarsely * Jim obeyed, and the man released him. He tried to speak, gulped, and then tried "Are you a - a spirit. R-ray?" he quavered "I should hope so!" grunted lite "ghost" - . rubbing Pru's towel and mopping his face. im rolled painfully out of bed and began to get into his gritny dottiev "1 don'l know who was in the &«««-," he said. "lis supposed to be empty. But when the man with the gun ran away from the cellar. I untied the prisoner and took the gag out of his mouth — " "What did be soy?" "He asked me 10 help him to get out and find him a bed, so 1 came here to get Ken- " "Help? Bed'' Washehurl?" snapped Ray. Jim nodded. 'A wound in the shoulder. I don't think 11 was serious, hut he'd lost a lot of blood — " '•Then why art you here'"" demanded Ray "Pro thought I was a burglar, and nearly kilted i pri'" i Ray "Ye- disembodied on*? A spook'' 1 should have thought yoii could have answered that for yourself." said Ray. towelling his hair till it stood on end. and puffing like a grampus as he used to do when he and Jim had been swimming together. "You felt solid enough." admitted Jim. rubbing his bruised arm, "but - "Seen a comb anywhere''" . interrupted Ray, rummaging on the drcssing-iable "Ah, here we are " He straddled his legs until he could nee into the mirror, and hegan combing his hair "I! there hit such things as ghosts." hecon- tttiucc. squinting sideways ai his parting in the way tied always done, '"they obvtousls can'! hurt you except by frightening you. and il ypu retusi: to be scared, what can (hey do? Never 'thought you'd be afraid of me. i she and Ken put me to bed and went to gel Dick Rawlings U» help - you remember Dick — " "So that's why the cellar was empty when I went back just now." mused Ray. '"Here, let me do lhat for you ' Jim was having a tob to bend and tie his shoelaces. "Sure you're going 10 he all right '*" Jim nodded vigorously "Know where they were taking himT" "Dick's place. I gathered." said Jim." We can ask them if you like. They're sure to be back by now." "No. I don't want anyone else to know I'm alive, just at the moment." "I won't tell anyone - but I say. how did you escape'' And who was the man m the cellar who didn'l want the police? You're not doing anything wrong or or illegal, are you. Ray?" "We're not doing anything nfimg," answered Ray. "but some things we have to do may be illegal in certain countries. In any tion reporters - and our work is ■deadly 'ush' at the moment. As for the man in the cellar, if tic's the chap I think he is. he's 'one oi ui and I have to rescue him or die in the anempt. I was trying to irace him when I saw you pop up out of that manhole. I didn't recognise you until you passed me then I miaouwed to attract vour attention, but you bared off." Jim fiddled with his ire at the mirror, to hide his blushes. "Why dkln't you call my name?" be *-nhs. '"Cos I didn i want iht- tough who was after you to know I was there." Jim gaped, feeling hi> heart miss a beat "After me''" "My dear cliap," drawled Ray. "you don't really suppose a gang like thai lust gives up and goes home crying for Mum because they're interrupted ai their diny work, do "Bui what '. lough ■ Jim grinned feebly. "Well," he excused himself "thinking you ere drowned and then suddenly seeing you artding there dripping wet , as if you'd risen < be in the mean to aw you. Bui yo already. How did you c gang's hide-out. anyway?" "The manhole cover was off and I fell through h into the cellar. Your frietul told me he'd pushed tl off, He was trying to escape, but they dragged him hack." "Well, it's loo kite to keep you out of it now. i don't know whether any of them would recognise you hut the trouble is they "You mean that bloke followed me here?" enquired Jim breathlessly. "Of course." Ray felt for a cigarette "I shadowed him but as he made no move to attack you, I kept on his tail, hoping he'd lead me to the resi of 'em. As luck would have it. a car was waiting for him round the corner: I was .just in time lo .see il drive oil' Looked like a Morris 14." "Olt r " Jim's face fell. "Phy you didn't ruh him out while you had the chance." Ray flicked on his lighter and lit his cigar- ette, studying his, young cousin's face over the "1 don'; like to hear you talk like lhat. Jim." he said quietly. "If you'd use plain English, and say 'kill him", you'd see how wrong il was. What do you think I am?" Jim's mouth set stubbornly. "He"« bad t he?" "Probably. Aren't wc ail? The point is. I'm not a Judge and Jury, let alone an execu- tioner. If you're going to >oin us, you'll have to have some respect for human life." "Have titey?" demanded Jim. "Not much." "Well, then!" Ray tossed his cigarette into the fireplace. "We're wasting time.'' he said. "I've got to get along to Dick's place and sec if my friend's safe." He made for ihe window, bul Jim seized his sleeve. "Don't leave me out, Ray!" he pleaded. "1 was wrong. I'm sorry. I don't really Ihink your side are murderers, loo." Hay turned and gripped his shoulders. "Good man." Ray smiled approvingly. and Jim felt all his hero-worship of his cousin come flooding back, as in the days of the Battle of Britain. He'd had to forget il during the two bitter years since Rays "death". "You mustn't think we're soft," added Ray grimly. "Beiteve mc. we can get lough when it's necessary. Some of us have even hail to kill at times in self-defence. But mostly wc "take" more than we 'dish out'. You ready "Ready for anything!" exclaimed Jim. "But I'd rather go out by the door if you don'., mmii " He limped over to close the window. "What's this gang after 1 " "Atomic secrets," replied Ray curtlv "And they'll stop ai nothing." As he spoke, something whiz/ed through the window, so close lo Jim lhat h flicked his it passed, anil stuck quivering in the wall. .1 DlCl. ■: SM what I mean'*" mid Ray. ■ the light-switch "Meet me better take ken with you. and be carfUil 1 " Heedless of his own advice, Ray dived for ihe window and climbed out. Assuming that tlit would-be assassin wasn't likely to haw lingered, lie ran across Ihe slippery roof where Jim had nearly come to grief anil along the wall, without any aticmpi at caution By the lime he reached the alley, his eyes had become adjusted lo the darkness He hadn't been a night-fighter pilot for nothing He could sec Ibc gangster slinking along towards a car ai ihe <nd of the alley the same car Ray had encountered before The man was keeping clow under the wall, to avoid observation from ihe houses He didn i seem to have noticed his pursuer, so Ray stayed on the wall and tan nimbi; along the lop. blessing his crepe soles hut cursing the ramshackle rools of o shooting on". Ray transferred himself 10 (he roof. He was nearly Thrown off as the driver swerved violently into the lane, but managed to hold on by forcing his finger-lips into the crack nude by Ihc front of the sunshine roof and bracing his knees against the back edge of the inch-deep depression into which it slid hack when opened. It was a most uncom- fortable and undignified position, and Ray hoped he wouldn't have to hold it for long. He didn't think he had made any sound that would be heard above the noise of the engine, but as be wasn't sure if he'd been spotted on the waJI. he kept a good look-out lor possible attack as the car careered through the deserted streets. It was as well that he was on the alert- He heard no sound as the back offside door was opened. A man crept out backwards on to the running board, clinging to the door- frame with his left hand and groping for Ray with his right. Ray rolled as far as he could to the left and kicked ouL He heard the man's nose crack and a thin scream as he fell, but one of the others must have had hold of him. for he was dragged back into the car -though not before the door had swung viciously back at him as the car rounded another corner. "Can't be more than three to deal with now." thought Ray. wincing in sympathy with his assailant, " Wonder what they'll try next? A shot from the other side, most likely f Sure enough, a hand holding a gun snaked up towards him from the front nearside window. Hut Ray had under-estimated the cunning of the enemy. As he let go with his left hand and grabbed at the gun, the driver braked with a violence that made the car shudder as it skidded to a sudden stop. Ray was literally catapulted from the roof. He turned a somersault on the bonnet, clutched at the shameless young lady decorating the radiator-cap. and fell on to the road with a thud that jarred every bone in his body. Whfs Ray disappeared through the win- dow, Jim stood still lor a moment, his heart throbbing painfully in his throat. He stretched out a hand towards the knife lo assure himself that it hadn't all been a ghastly nightmare: then, thinking "Fingerprints!" he withdrew his hand. Mechanically wiping a trickle of blood from his ear, he went out on to the landing. There was no sound from Pni's old room. Should he warn her that the house was under attack by desperadoes*' "They know this house". Ray had said. Jim gritted his teeth in sudden rage at the thought that Pru and her family might be in danger from a gang who would "stop at nothing". He wished now that he hadn't agreed lo her going to the cellar with Ken. "Anyway, she'll be safely back now," he assured himself. "But perhaps I'd belter warn her that the house may he besieged again, even if Ray has drawn off the gang for the time being." He lapped gently on the door. There was no response. He didn't date to knock louder. for fear of disturbing her parents. He felt a bit shy about going into the room, and he didn't want to frighten Pru (hough his aching ribs reminded him that she wasn't easily frightened! Cautiously he turned the knob and opened the door a few inches, listening intently. There was no sound of breathing or move- Abruptly he entered Ihc room and groped his way to the bed. "Pru!" he whispered urgently. In sudden anxiety he put out his hand and felt in the bed. There was no one there, and the bedclothes were quite cold. He sniffed at the pillow, trying to recognise the elusive scent of whatever it was Pru shampooed her hair with. There was no trace of it. She hadn't come back! "But they must have been gone hour.%." he muttered as he dashed for the stairs. He made his way swiftly but silently to the living room and snapped on the light. He was behind the settee, but he could see at a glance that Ken wasn't there. He tried to comfort himself with the thought ttiat if neither of them was back, at least they were together and Ken could pro- tect Pru. But coutd he? The gang was armed with guns and knives, and wouldn't hesitate lo use them. Jim suddenly felt sick. He couldn't think of il all us a great and glorious adventure any more. Pru might be in the hands of un- scrupulous ruftians. He clenched his lists. Until now. Pru had only been "Ken's kid sister" - quite a good sport for a girl, but no mote. Now . . . He stood cudgelling his brains, which seemed to have gone numb. The room was silent, except for the ticking Of the clock on the mantelpiece. On Ihe mantelpiece? Jim cocked his head, puzzled. Then he leapt forward and stared in horrified fascina- tion at the settee. There, where Ken should have been sleep- ing like the Village Blacksmith, after rescuing a chap who was probably an atomic scientist, was a small brown suitcase. Hanging out on one side, where the lid had been closed care- lessly, was a little loop of wire covered with red insulation. And something inside the case Jim drew in his brealh so sharply that the sound was like a snort. He'd never seen a time- bomb before, but he didn't need anyone to tell him what this was. His first impulse was to hurl it out of the window. Then he took a grip on himself. remembering the neighbours - especially the kid next -door-but-one who was subject to fits. There was only one place for the infernal machine, and that was the bomb-site opposite the cellar where he'd found Ray's friend. It would take him at least live minutes lo get then:, even if his hmp and his sore chest would allow him to run at his usual speed. There was no time for hesitation. Sweating with fear he picked up the case, ran cut of the house, and lore down Ihe street, drawing sobbing breaths into his bruised chest ami grimacing with pain from his swollen knee. As he streaked round the corner, he ran slap imo the arms of a solid figure who gripped him like a bear. He let out a yell; ihen he noticed the blue uniform, and stopped struggling. "What's the hurry, sonny 11 " enquired the policeman placidly. "Gotta get home mum'll be worried." The policeman released him. "Bit late for you to be out. isn't it?" he said. "Been up lo anything you shouldn't?" "N-no," replied Jim, edging oway. "I-I've been at a friend's house, and . . ." His voice trailed away. He was conscious all Ihe time of the dpek that was ticking away his life. The policeman didn't seem to have heard it, but he noticed Jim's involuntary glance at the suitcase. "Whai have you got there?" His tone was still kindly, hut he wanted an answer. Jim licked his lips. He felt a sudden impulse lo confide in the fatherly copper. After all. it was hh duty to dispose or anything that was a public danger. "Time-bomb!" said Jim impulsively. Then he remembered Ray's words: "Police mean explanations - and our work is deadly 'ush' !" Before he could fed ashamed of his weak- ness, ihe policeman threw back his head and laughed. "All right, sonny, canyon, "he said. "You look like an honest lad. Get home to bed." Jim was off before he had finished speaking. He clasped the bomb like a rugger ball in order to run more easily. The policeman stood looking after him. stroking his chin uneasily. The boy hod looked honest, for all his dirty appearance; but he'd also looked scared. As scared as if lie really had . . . Remembering another strange event in the neighbourhood that night, the policeman sprinted in pursuit, calling himself all kinds of a fool. "Come back!" he shouted "Keep away!" yelled Jim, as he vanished into a narrow passage. He had a good start and he knew the district inside out. As he ran, he remembered Ray's words: "We're not soft - we're tough, and we can 'take it'." How much longer would the fuse last? He'd been lucky so far but surely the gang would only have allowed enough time to enable them 10 get well away before Ihe explosion. He could hear the sharp, urgent blasts of the policeman's whistle but he could no longer hear his pounding footsteps. He him- self was running as softly as possible. His throat was parched with exhaustion and fear, and his skin prickled uncomfortably as though he had pine-needles stuck in his underclothes. The thing he was holding repelled him as if it had been a venomous snake, and again he was sorely tempted to hurl il from him and go lo look for Pru. Bui he was still amongst inhabited buildings and he resisted the impulse. He had managed to evade (he policeman, thai was one good thing. But he didn't know how much longer he could keep going. He'd had to make a considerable detour already. His legs were beginning lo drag, and his eyes were blinded with sweat. He had almost reached his destination when his weary feet stumbled on the uneven cobbles of a back street, and he fell. In striving to keep his balance, one leg got in the way of the other, and be lopplcd side- ways and crashed his head against the wall. He Tell the stunning blow, and struggled desperately to retain consciousness. By a tremendous effort of will he managed to get up on all fours. Then his body refused to respond any more, and he Hopped in a faun, the sinister suitcase ticking away against his oblivious ear. His last thought was that Ray- land Pru, too. if she were still alive) would be proud that be had died in a vain attempt to United next week CRICKET COACHING by LEARY CONSTANTINE fcAl L OUT&IOC Of. .-u*' ACROSS LEFT INSTEP ILCFi EUIOW, LOOSFW fi«P A UTTUE . FAST BOWLING DELIVERS AT TOP SPEED. OoWl HESITATE, TAKE BO*Jf UP AND OELIVSli BAI.I '-.[OtW^f RUM UP CONTINUED AT INCREASING SPEED. REAL LIFE MYSTERIES THE WHITE QUEEN OF THE SAHARA Then, out of the western desert, cm a Great White Queen With her marched a VH army of soldiers, slaves and attendant*. Thi Queen was a while woman, golden-hatred and very beautiful Her soldiers were bravt fighters whom she led imi.i buttle against her enemies She was over six feet in height and as strong a.s any of her warriors. We called het lin-Hinan. Pot several hundred year;, her people lived in the Hoggar Then the In the heart of the southern Sahara desert lies a flat-topped range of rocky hills. The Roof of the Sahara is the native name for them Chi maps ol Africa t< is the Hoggar Plateau The natives told the first explorers a weird mod "Lougago these parched hills were cov- ered with grass Our forefathers lived here, glowing ihett crops. streams slowly dried up The rich country- side turned to dust. The whiles died out." In 1932 a young professor named Count Byron de Prorok began a search for the lomb of" Tin-Hinan. At last he came across a huge pyramid of Moncs. His servants tunnelled inln it and de Prorok shone his torch into the black interior Before him was the Great White Queen "The Queen." said de Prorok. "was tying on u canopy of sculptured ivory and wood Her gorgeous wrappings had turned Ui dust Around her neck was a marvellous necklace of KOO precious stones. Beside her lay her bronze sword and shield." Tin-Hinan. the Great White Queen, now rests in the National Museum in Algiers. No one ha-, yrl discovered who she really was, what land she came from or why she marched into Africa. and hardship in a lawless land -South -tyeM-Texas sixty years __3 s& PETE. THE \ REDSKINS ARE 1 OUT OF THEIR / RESERVATION. V THE BOSS WANTS I THE CATTLE t "*- 1 ROUNDED J@| ,-_ \ UP j f VOU DONT SAy ! 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Starboard Propcllor Shafl Tunnel. 211. Fro/en Tinned Kg(!V cooled at 15 F. 21. Chilled Cheese, cooled at 30 V. 22. Starboard Propelloi 23. Rudder. 24. Crews' Quarters. S K 1 P P V J^ 1 M BtUNNINtTO ■] 1-EtLTHECALLOf y THE JUNGLE AbAIN P ALREADY - IT MUST 1 BE THEi>E BOOTS 1 LJxA'^ |^#^f w T HE KANGAROO BY DANET, DUBRISAY. GENESTRE ODUCTIOK HEROES OF THE CLOUDS MANMOUNIS THE SKIES FOR THE HAST TIME IS IHE DRAMA! It STORY BEHIND THE SUCCESSFUL EXPERIMENT OF THE TWO FRENCHMEN, JOSEPH AND iriENNE M0NI6OI.FIER HAPERMAKERS FROM ANNONAY.NEAA LYONS! FRANCE IN THE REIGN OF LOUIS XVI 178?. AT AVIGNON. THE BROTHERS FOUNDTHJ A BAG OF SILK PLACED OVER A Fl RE OF WOOL I STRAW WOULD RISE RAPIDLY INTO THE AIR,/ [.VERSAILLES. ONLY INJURY SUSTAINED ...BYTHE WING OF THE COCK WHICH WAS BROKEN BY A kick FROM THE. SHEEP/ THE FIRST ASCENT WAS MADE 8Y J F. PILATRE d« ROZIF.R THE MARQUIS d'ARlANDES. AS PASSENGER. FROM THE PREVAILING WINDS CARRIED THE BALLOON ACROSS PARIS. HIGH OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF PARIS. THE ENVELOPE CAUGHT FIRE AND THE OCCUPANTS WER£ IN GRAVE DANGER OF LOSING THEIR LIVES! THE BALLOON CARRIED ITS OWN FIRE IN A BRAZIER. SITING I N IHE N ECK OFTHE ENVELOPE. IT WAS FEO BY BALES OF WOOL AND STRAW IN THE GALLERY. WIU- THEY STOP THE FLAMES? SEE HEXTWEEK.S NUM6ER. DISCOVERING THE COUNTRYSIDE THE EAGLE CLUB AND EDITOR'S FACE The Editor's Office EAGLE 43 Shoe Imm, London, EC4 IT looks as if we are going lo have Ihe country swarming whh EAOlJUtlM Ihis rills' An tiagk't. of course, isa member of ibe eagli: due - before he doe- somclhrng special and becomes a Mli(.. The postman could do Willi one of Dan Dare's Jcpccts to carry all ihc letters of application to join the Club and ibe badge-makers an; going cross-eyed with working i You can't all be among the hrsl hundred members of ihc (.Tub. of course, and win a free ._ HijJ i)i trip lO Silvers lone Motut Races, or I- a rn bo rough Air Display, or the lest Match at the Highland Games. We Sllld ibe e i the I possible. Mean white, don't forget that if you apply for membership in the first four weeks be- fore May 14th - youcangct the r. At: i_t Badge without any extra payment, simply by sending in your I/- Membership fee. Jusl send a postal order with your name, address, age and date of birthday, name of school and club lo The Editor at the above address. After May 14th, i he re will be an extra charge of fid. for the iA<iir Badge Kemember that after you've joined the Oub, the second step is to become a miki. You can't do this h> applying foi il yourself. Someone else has go) to write and IcJ! us about something you've done to deserve the award, We have heard already of a good many readers whose parents, or teachers. o> club leaders - or someone like lhat believe they have done something rather special and deserve to be elected a MUG, We arc too tin g into each case carefully and if elected we shall award them Ihc MUG I Badge which will cm ille them lo a good many privileges. We hope, in the next two or three weeks, lo be able lo announce (he first MUU 01 shi We hope you have go! the idea of whai a Mtte really is Some ot our readers have been gelling ibeir parenis to send lis accounts of things they have done that were just plain The pom i is this: a Mi't, isn't a nitwit who gets taken in and ihen squeak: he's a chap who deliberately sets oul lo do (he worth- while Ihings, whatever the COM. lie's never imposed on oi ink en advantage of, except when he '* witling to he. There's nothing lo hi trying lo break into a shop. Il may be by taking a stand againsl Ihe gang hooliganism that's going on nowadays. A mug may be someone crippled or ill in hospital who shows great cheerfulness and endurance: or gome- one who gives up the chance of enjoyment he's been looking forward to in order to let Those are only some of the Ihings thai would cam the mugs badge. Il might be something quite diflcjcm bui h's got to be something that's of service lo others. As we said last week, we've got a great many ideas for the i agli CLUB. But, after all, it's your ( lub and we really want to know your ideas about it and what you like. So will you slan thinking between now and next week, about the sort of things you'd like the Club to organise. Here, for example, are some of the things you might be interested in. Some of you will like one thing, and others something else. In issue we shall ask you lo lei us know in pretci. Don't do anything about it ow (MBCtM think! The idea is that there should be several ^^^ groups within ihc Club, foi fl|PI| those interested in. lor example: J\p I. Stamp collect ine orcolleci- maT^iffc. mB otbc ' 'hings. 2. Amatcui **■ Theatricals. 3. Handicrafts and Model making. 5. Engine Spoi- ling 6. Amateur Photography. Overseas Pen-pals. 9. Swop Icaitir/L". these, it you decide you « them - and you will probably have a great many other ideas of your own. Bui meanwhile don' i forget lo make suie of gel- ling your copy of ncii regularly. There's an order ioirn at Ihe bottom oi this page which we suggest you use. Last week we mentioned some of Ihc-greai MUtis of history People like ihe Wnghl Brothers - folks said they were wasting then lime when ibey wcie experimenting with aeroplanes: or Florence Nightingale when she devored her lift lo improving military hospitals, or Keats. writing poetry COMPETITION CORNER Answers on p. 13 1. SWINGING THE LOAD Study this iliusiraiion carefully and sec if you can solve this worrying problem. A bale of merchandise (marked clearly with an "X") has to be transferred to a quay (marked "Y"j. Unfortunately as you no doubt have already seen Ihe width of the water is considerably greater than Ihc span of the crane thai is to lifl Ihc goods. The arm of ihe crane is rigid. The whole crane itself can swing, bill the arm cannot be either raised or towered. Imagine yourself in charge of the job. What would you advise? Transfer the bale by other means'' Or attempt it with Ihc crane? I! you decide on Ihe crane, ' what method can you possibly use you decide against the crane, ask y self whether il is absolutely impossible I by this means. 1,00k very, very carefully I at Ihe picture before replying! I. I I / 1 1 j Which is the brightest sta (2f Which is the smallest of these: (.bain, t is the lightest of these boxing weights: n which side of a penny is i he daic - heads t oi in water V (6) Whal Dags are these-, jo in the heavens (not counting the sun)? "•M. I l.H. THON, MOl t( ULI ?<3)Which MHI K. H.Y, LIGHT, MAN1AU? (4) Op tails? <5) Does sound travel fasiei in air 3. OPPOSITES There are several words which need only their first letters changing to make a word Willi an entirely opposite meaning. For example, "tarnish" (to make dull) and "varnish" tin make bright). Can you discover the following foui pairs of opposite words? Ontv the first lellcr is different in each pan. la) Change a word meaning "Something thai gives cokwi" into a word meaning something dial removes colour ". (fei'To withhold help" into "lo help a great deal", (<•) "A ship'" into "no ship", tit) "The winner'" into "the loser". 4. V 1 1. 1. - I N S Here is a drawing competition for which we offer a first priw of 10/6. In the left-hand picture some of Ihc artist's lines gol rubbed out leaving only those ihai you can see here. Can you fill in other lines to make a picture? The right- hand drawing gives wie example of whal can he done. The prize will go lo Ihe besl and most original drawing. Last dale for entries is Wednesday. May 3rd. Send youi entries ic> The fcduoi, thi lAiii.r, 43 Shoe Lane, London, tc.4 and mark envelope "Compethion", Don'! forget lo include your name, address and age. Our | proud of in being diddled (though even that MUC, - Wilberlorce Wi *JjJ is better than drddling some other poor People launhcd ai JR "iC^S blighter I, A Mini gha service, knowing what ">- he said he •^kkV.-'H lie is doing. He doesn i have it taken from him would ** u«i aaaaaatcS«J by force or trickery. acafllaaWT There arc anv number of wavs von am can: ihe title ol unci, Il may be bv some especially brave action like rescuing someone Irom Yours sincerely drowning, or like ihe boy we read about the other da> who chased ofl a couple ol louls THE EDITOR if j Hijp XrT (vfe 03_ Sri ml CHICKO bu theluucll ' Cut this out f Newsagent: pletise order i ■■■ every week until further no hash Lonergan's Quest By MOORE RAYMOND Th* story mo far Chapter z LASH LONERGAN explained to Rawhide and Squib what Mopoke (he black-fellow had mumbled to him: "The message got through to the blacks' camp that I was coming home. When Mopoke saw that Dago Messiter was up to some dirty work, he took a hone from Coota- bah Creek and rode to meet us. "He thinks the mounted police might be after him for stealing the horse. Thai's why he wouldn't come out on to the road. He threw a warning boomerang instead." Squib, who had been siicnl Tor some tune, put a question to the roughrider: "What's going to happen when we get to Coolabah Creek?" "That," replied Lash grimly, ""is something for tomorrow to decide." Thrusting out his jaw. he added : "But whatever tl is. I'm look- ing forward to dealing with Mr. Dago Messiter." Just before noon next day the three horse- men rode up to the gate of Coolabah Creek. As Lash entered the property, his feelings were a mixture of sorrow, anger, and gladness 10 be home again. Dago Messiter was waiting for him. Dago's men were waiting, too. Tall, handsome, and swarthy. Dago leaned nonchalantly against a verandah post and watched the trio ride up the road to Ihe homestead . A splendid stockman, he had been Uncle Peter's foreman for years. Though both Lash and Rawhide had admired his skill, they had never liked him. There had always been something sinister about I he man. Now they saw thai Mcssiter's smile was half a sneer as be leaned against the post and watched them with sharp, dark eyes. He made no sign and said no word. Neither did any of the men who stood on either side of him in hostile array. Lash reined his horse in front of the verandah steps. Rawhide and Squib pulled up on either side. "Well, well. Rawhide!" exclaimed Lash gaily. "I expected a better welcome home than this!*' "Isn't it quiet around here?" replied the Irishman with a grin. Dago Messiter spoke softly but clearly. "You might even say it was quiet enough for Lash's eyes narrowed as he glanced over the other men. "I see a lot of strangers here, but none of my old friends." "I got rid of your lot when I took over the station." said Dago casually. "1 hear you've proclaimed yourself boss and owner of Coolabah Creek." replied Lash just as casually. Dago nodded. "You were disinherited the day your Uncle Peter kicked you out," he said in precise tones that could not conceal his delight. "Your uncle told me I was to take over the place when he died." "Do you know what I think T* said Lash. "I think you're a liar." Dago started and flushed. Recovering his composure, he went on: "I've got witnesses. There's Joe Horgan for one." He pointed to the fat man beside him, and continued, "Joe was there when — " "Greasy Joe!" bellowed Rawhide, who could contain himself no longer. "'Greasy Joe the dingo! Greasy Joe the snake! If ever there was a putrefyin' piece o' pong it's Greasy Joe Horgan!" The fat man, furious at the abuse, suddenly bent down and produced a rifle. Lash's quick eye saw the move. He swung his whip, and the writhing tip hissed out and wrapped itself around the barrel. "Look out. Lash!" yelled Squib. The boy had seen Dago's lightning move as the foreman flung out his arm. As if by magic, a knife appeared in his hand. As Lash's whip jerked the rifle from Greasy Joe's hands. Dago hurled the gleaming knife straight at the unsuspecting roughrider. Lash glimpsed the flying blade loo late to duck. The knife pierced the crown of his hat and whipped it off his head. Amid cackles and guffaws from Dago's henchmen. Lash swiftly hooked a knee around the pommel as Monarch wheeled away. The roughrider swung head down and. with the ease of a circus acrobat, snatched his hat from the ground. The cackling laughter was checked by the sight of such a feat. But Dago still smiled his sneering smtle. "I didn't intend to touch you," he said. "I only wanted to demonstrate that u knife is a better weapon than a whip, because it can be thrown further than a whip can reach. SaveeT Lash replied quietly : "Maybe you've heard of something (hey call the law of the land. You'll be hearing more about it soon." "Possession is nine points of the law." quoted Dago smugly. "And," replied Lash, "possession can be proved by a will." Dago Messiter started up surprised. "Unclc Peter made his will in my favour." the roughrider went on. "He showed it to me years ago when he said the place would one day be mine." Dago advanced down the steps and looked intently at Lash. "There's no will among his papers," he said. "And where there's no will Ihere's no way of proving he left you Coolabah Creek." Rawhide burst in: "Ah, Lash, me boy! Don't listen any more to the blather in' Lash, keeping his eyes tided on Dago, con- tinued to address him. "Maybe you did lind uncle's will here in the homestead - and may- be you destroyed it." "Are you calling me a liar" 1 " snarled the swarthy man. "Or maybe you didn't find the will because it isn't here. Maybe it's in the bank at Tarrawaira." A buzz of excited comment broke out among the men. Dagu looked discomfited for a moment or two. Then he burst out: "You get off this place! You get off >ny "One more question before I go," replied Lash calmly. "Where is the opal that was in Uncle iter's hand when they found him up there?" Dago blinked in feigned surprise. "Opal?" he repealed. "What opal?" A snigger ran through the group of men on the verandah. "I think you know what I mean." said Lash grimly. "Yabbayabba was one of the blacks that found your uncle," said Dago. "'And he didn't see any opal." Messiter turned and beckoned to the black- fellow who had been squatting on the veran- dah. The big. ugly, and almost-naked Abor- igine rose and came forward to the railings. "'Now, Yabbayabba," said Dago. "Tcllem this fdla if you see opal longa Mister I oner- gaii when you lindcm longa gully." Clutching his boomerang and nullanulla, the black shook his head vigorously "No see opal. Likern you say, Missa Messiter, no opal longa Missa I onergan No see — ™ Rawhide again blurted out his opinion. "Who'd believe you?" he roared. "You horse thief and cattle duffer!" The Aborigine scowled insolently at the Irishman and raised his boomerang in a threatening manner. "Rawhide - Squib - come on," ordered Lash, who saw further argument was futile. The three companions wheeled their horses and rode ofT, followed by hocus and jeers. Only Dago Messiter did not laugh. With speculative eyes he watched the trio go cantering down the road. He knew he had not seen the last of Lash Lonergan. Meanwhile Squib, who had listened to the recent argument in timid silence, boldly started firing questions at Lash. "1 suppose he wouldn't own up about the opal because he wants to keep it for hissdf?" "On, it's more than that, me innocent little cobber," interposed Rawhide. "You can bet your sweet life that Uncle Peter made an opal strike somewhere up there in the hills. A;>:! IT) bet me best pants to a clutch of cockatoo's eggs that Dingo Messiter and his mob have been up there fossickin' for the opal vein that rightly belongs to Lash." "Do you reckon they've found it?" "I don't reckon so or the news would have got around by this." "Strike me 'andsomc!" exclaimed Squib, suddenly changing the subject. "I'm terrible hungry ! " Lash and Rawhide burst into laughter. Then they agreed they felt the same way. "I thought we'd get some tucker at Ihc homestead," said the roughrider. "But all we got was the boot. We won't be in Tarrawaira till about sundown, so we'd better see what we can catch." Rawhide pointed at the fat. pink-and-grey parrots squabbling among the honey-laden flowers of a gum tree. "If I had a gun." he said. "I'd potshot a fribble o' them gaJahs (Hie for each and all of us." "Look!" hissed Lash, pointing towards a streak of dry. yellow grass beside a parched billabong. They glimpsed the alert, grey-fealhcrcd head of a plain-turkey above the top of the grass. Lash swung Monarch off the road and made for the billabong. The plain-turkey broke cover and ran swiftly across the mud flat towards a dense clump of waitawhile bushes. Its tiny, useless wings flapped furiously in a vain attempt to fly as Monarch went racing in pursuit. The roughrider felt for the handle of his whip and jerked the coiled rawhide free. Swish! went the darting lash. It struck the outstretched neck and coiled itself round the grey feathers. Lash flicked back his wrist - and the plump plain-turkey lay dead, ready for plucking and cooking. "She loves me! She loves me not!" exclaimed Rawhide a few minutes later as he sat on a log, pulling out the feathers by the handful and tossing them into the air. M Lash lit a lire of mulga and L sandalwood, and then showed Squib how 3 dig for yams with a sharp stick. By i he time they had dug up six of the potato-like tubers. Rawhide had the turkey plucked and cleaned. He went over to a patch of wet clay on the edge of the billabong and, scooping it up by the handful, smeared it thickly over the "Help me make a bushman's oven, kid," Lash invited the boy. He and Squib soon made a hole in the eanhabout three feet deep. Rawhide came back with the bird completely covered with day. While the curious boy stood and watched the strange sight, the two men shovelled big embers from the fire into the bottom of the hole. In went the turkey. Then came more embers. Finally the earth was pushed back "Where are the yams?" asked Squib. "Inside the beautiful bird." replied Raw- hide, rolling his eyes and licking his lips. "And when that tasty turkey is ready for our gullets, so will those yams be cooked as well. Oh, the thought of it makes me mouth water like the Niagara Falls." "Well," began Lash, '"we've got about an hour to wait, so — " "Listen!" interrupted Squib, whose keen Rawhide Ban naO caugnr ihe strange drumn Lash cocked an inquiring ear lerked up tils head and listened i was Ihe booming, throbbing sound of swifl foci on hard earth. "It's Dago and his push"' exclaimed The hoy. "They're after mV "HetV ihey come," remarked Rawhide, winking ai Lash. "And (hey all seem to be wearm' fancy cmiunits." Ai Ihat moment the runners came into view- on the other side of ihe billabong, and then Squib realised Rawhide had been joking "Emus!" he exclaimed as a uore of the great birds thudded across the mud flat. Wilh necks outs i retched and hrown feathen, streaming. Ihey raced as fas! as ponies. ignoianl of the men's presence. they boiled madly into the hush again. '■Dingoes'"* cried Squib at ihe sight of ibe two wild dog* thai followed in swift pursuit. Like iwo creatures of a nightmare. Ihe wild dogs, iheir huge jaws open to show savage teeth, raced across ihe flai and disappeared among ihe trees. "They'll never calch those emus," said Lash to Squib. "Unless they run any or I hem into a netting fence which is one of Iheir tricks when ihey get the birds in a corner. They just run full till into the fence and break their reel ready Al last ihe bird was ready. They scraped away the earth, then the almost-dead embers, to reveal a turkey-shaped mass of baked clay. Holding'tbc turkey by the charred feet. lash lapped ai the clay with his big knife. It flaked off. to reveal the beautifully cooked flesh The delicious smell made their mouths water I ii nous I > Lash broke otf a leg and handed il 10 the boy. Squib grabbed il greedily and sank his leeth into the succulent flesh Between the three of them they finished ihe whole turkey. Squib and Rawhide, gorged and somnolent, lay back in the shade with the imeniion of drowsing and digesting 'There's a westerly wind rising." said Lash. pomiing towards the horizon '" And do "you seethecolout or the sky over there'' I reckon we're in for a dust storm C6me on, cobbers, we're on the road again." As they rode south towards Varrawarra, Ihe wind was hot and dry on their faces, parching [heir lips Then came the dust . soft and powdery at frrsl . , drifting into their eyes and noses and throats Like a dark mist. Kit dost storm came slowly down the wind, turning the slanting sun to I golden yellow ball The horses snuffled and snorted The men coughed and spat, trying to gei rid of ihe gritty taste. "Ugh, me throat's as dry as a sunstruck bone," croaked Rawhide "I could spit chips." gasped Squib. Lash muttered "We'll just have to get used to it. Il might keep on for days." Just as the sun went down - (caving an eerie, murky dusk the riders saw the Mghis trf Varrawarra. It was only a liny settlement a cluster of buildings on the main road south hut never had the riders seen a more welcome sight. They rode to the house of Colin McPhee. the manager of the township's only bonk. McPhee greeted Lash with huge delight After sympathising ahoul the death of his uncle. McPhee said : "We've all been follow- nig your career wilh great interest, Lash, and we're all' very proud of you in ihesc pans Your Uncle Peter was, too." "Did tie know what I've been doing.'" asked Ihe roughrider eagerly "Oh, yes. He watched (he papers for the results of ail the roughnding contests He *as always talking about your success," tin the subject of C'oolabah Oeek Siation, McPhee said he had heard thai Dago Mcssiier had claimed lite properly as his own. "Bui of course tt's yours,"" went on the bank manager. "You'll soon have him slung out when you produce your uncle's will.". . "Have you got h in the bank r asked Lash quickly. "Of course It's in a strongbox in the safe with other papers of your uncle's." ^•**W?Qi> ' ' "(oi, Id I see it now. please? fast to make sure it's all in order still." "Don'l be impatient, young man," laughed McPhee. "Us after banking hours, you know, tt would be a lot of bother going out into the dusl slorm iust lo satisfy your curiosity You'll have it in the morning, my boy." McPhee invited all three of ihcm to stay the nighi at his place provided they did noi mind bunks on the hack verandah, where they would he sheltered from the gritty wind. Alter ihe evening meal they yarned for a while Bui they were so tired that even lash, young and tough as he was. could light off fatigue no longer, tt was early 10 bed for all. The westerly wind, laden with dust, drifted steadily across ihe night. The stars were blotted out. Soon the yellow lamps of the township were extinguished, leaving an inky. gntiy darkness. a tumbling from their beds lash was awake in a second Shouts . confused cries . . noises nf alarm "What's up?" cried McPhee, hopping oot of bed. "'its the end of the world'" roared Raw- hide, plunging about in the darkness ■f-ire! " The cry came clearly to their cars as Lash. McPhee. and the others humed round the verandah . "Fifcf shouted more voices "'The bank's on fire'" bellowed McPhee Across ihe road Ihe little wooden building was ablaze The flickering yellow flames lit up the faces of the excited townspeople as they hurried to the spot. The fire hell was ringing furiously down the road, and they knew that help was on the way. "Look" Look!" cried exerted voices. From ihe shadows ai ihe hack of the hank dashed ha 1 1'- a -dozen horsemen. They were all masked by handkerchief:. across their faces - all except their leader. This man had a wide. ugly, vicious fact, thai gleamed yellow in the lighl of the fire. More grotesque still, he had a great hump on his hack and he looked like n creature of evil as he crouched over his galloping horse. 'The Hunchback !** shouted men and women. "Look - the Hunchback '" -Who " began Lash, as he waichcd the rulers dash off into (he darkness. "Bushrangers'" exclaimed McPhee He hurried down the verandah step-, and across the road io the bank. The fire truck came roaring up, and Ihe flames were srton extinguished. Lash, wilh a premonition of disaster clutch- ing at his heart, followed McPhee into the bank The safe had been blasted open. Papers and documents were scattered everywhere many of them soaked and charred, "The strongbox?" mapped Lash. "Uncle Peter's strongbox?" McPhee peered into the damaged safe, looked frantically around the room, and groaned: "Its gone. All the money and strongboxes have gone. The Hunchback has taken the lot !" 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